Brelione//DruigxOC

Matching

Why from afar?

He chuckles, sighing as he looks away.

"Well, you're not the most approachable person."I laugh at that, covering my mouth as I laugh. Oh, as if. That's just ridiculous. He acts as if he didn't watch me fall over this morning because I forgot where the table was. It was the laugh of the morning. They had all woken up before me, eating breakfast and cooking something up in a new thing Phastos had made. I had grabbed my cup of juice, going to put it on the table when I fell forward. Ikaris was able to grab me before I hit the floor. "Really fell for me, huh?"He had asked, helping me up. How could I ever be unapproachable? "Something funny?"He asks. I sigh, continuing my walk. I know the most beautiful spot just up ahead, right where these hills come to an end and a pond begins. I can feel him walking behind me, arms behind his back as he follows.

Nothing else to do today? I sign.

Perhaps it could come off as rude to somebody else, but Druig always gets it. "Nothing that I'd rather do. Where are you off to?"He asks. His hand slithers around my arm, making me grin. Makarri shows up next to me, a stack of shirts in her hand. "If it isn't your accomplice."He says as Makarri tucks most of the stack under her arm, all except one.

What is he on about? She signs.

I just shake my head, gasping as she unfolds the shirt she has brought for me. It's olive green, leaves, and roses embroidered around the collar. And in the palm of her hand, she shows me a goldish ring, a purple stone in the near middle. It's messily made, sure, but gods it is gorgeous. She wears a big smile as I take it, Druig watching me as I do so, placing it on my finger.

The gold was heavy.

She signs. I stare at it, noting how there seems to be little engravings along the gold, small symbols shaved into it.

It's lovely. I sign.

She pulls another shirt from the stack, tossing it to Druig. He takes it, looking down at it with a frown.

Oh, stop. You know you like it. Now go put it on, we won't look.

She signs. With a huff, dramatic as usual, he pulls the shirt over his head, staring back at us. I put my hands together, clapping lightly. I pull mine over my head, fixing it so that it's not too odd over my light gown.

We're matching.

He nods, smiling. "I suppose we are, but I don't think this flatters me."He says. Before he can take it off, I grip his hand, shaking my head. It's a commitment. Makarri's grinning wide, pulling me to the side. Well, to the side means across the hills.

Remember, I am still number one. She signs, grinning.

Obviously, Makarri. Druig and I have nothing going on to worry about, though. I reply.

Fully a lie, anyone could see. Well, at least I think. Druig is practically stuck to my side, I haven't been able to be fifty feet away from him in years. He's always somewhere close, hand on my shoulder or whispering something to me. She raises an eyebrow, making me grin.

Oh, so he's stalking you? I should tell Ajak.

She teases. She'll be the death of me. I jump all too quick, pulling at her hands and shaking my head. She laughs, hands on my shoulders. She hums, fixing my shirt that had gotten a little messed up when she pulled me through the woods.

Why not make it official? It's so boring watching this happen. She's got a point.

But commitment is no fun, especially when we will always be here. I'd hate to commit to a relationship with him only to break it off in two hundred years and never be able to love each other again. If we don't commit it will last longer.

Brelione. She signs.

I just shrug, unable to give her a proper answer. In a whiz im back next to Druig, Makarri pointing at her eyes before pointing at me, disappearing once more. The speed of her pushes my hair back, the orange curls getting messed up. Druig is amused by my agony, pushing the hair back into place and combing it with his fingers. "Why so mad, Brelione? Trouble in paradise?'He jokes. I place my hands on his wrists, pushing them down with false anger.

Shush.

He takes his grip on my arm again, walking with me through the land. I move to the side, going to help one of the trees when he stops me. "Ah, ah, ah. None of that, Lione. If something isn't broken you shouldn't fix it."He says.

Take your own advice, darling.

I reach over again, pushing through his loose grip on my arm. He laughs, telling me to quit it. I lift a finger, the pointer. "You already fixed one."He says.

Didn't you say you can't fix it if it's not broken?

I tap the tree, the bark becoming saturated and joyous, the color spreading along its branches and roots, flowers sprouting around it.

Ajak won't believe you.

He lets out a low laugh, dragging me along with little resistance. He lifts his hand, making me twirl underneath him like some sort of ballerina. "Are you blushing?"He asks. I shake my head, his arm around my shoulders as we approach the pond.

The water is shining and green, still cold enough from the winter that the fish move painfully slow, their dark silhouettes visible from here. I take a seat in the grass, the greens parting to make a spot that won't scratch against my skin as I take my things out of my bag. A roll of paper, thick and slightly curled from being rolled up. I place four crystals down on each corner, taking my jar of water out and my pallet along with my brushes. "Painting all day?"He asks, laying down.

As usual.

He nods, placing his head in my lap just so that it's in my way.

"You know, no matter how many paintings of sunsets and clouds and goats that I've seen you make, none of them can even compare to your beauty."He says. I smile, ignoring his words. I lean down, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. He leans up, pressing his forehead against mine and letting out a low breath. "You should get painting, the fish won't stay there forever."He whispers, a satisfied grin plastered on his face as he leans away. Why must he torture me?